Previous Chapter Back to Content & Review of this story Next Chapter Display the whole story in new window (text only) Previous Story Back to List of Newest Stories Next Story Back to BDSM Library Home

Review This Story || Author: slavegirlemily

Gorean Tavern Slut

Chapter 9

When I was captured on earth I had naturally been terrified. Being quite demur & shy I used to wear a little white lace slip & pantie set, for bed. It was quite sensual I suppose but nobody but me had ever seen me in it. It was my secret. Although many girls of my age did wear such bed lingerie. In bed alone I had longed for romance & love, rather than the promiscuity of my friends. I had been fast asleep & wakened by a hand clamped across my mouth, in the pitch blackness. My wrists were also clamped behind me in his  massively strong hands. I had screamed into the hand there was laughter. He wasn’t alone. I felt him swiftly & expertly tie my wrists. It was done in an instant, I was roped. Then I felt a cold hard battery shaped object pressed between my legs. Was I to be raped with something? However I wasn’t going to be fortunate to escape with that. He found my intimate opening & pushed the object against  my urethra & clitoris. Then I squealed in agony as a massive jolt of electricity was triggered. I had never felt such pain, such inescapable agony. I had completely wet my knickers. The men were laughing. My squeal had been muffled quite effectively  by his hand. The sodden panties were stripped from & shoved into my mouth. With a fist in my hair I was yanked from the bed & thrown onto my knees, then pushed face down at their feet. The device was pushed between

  my buttocks into my anus.

“Will you be obedient

blondie?”

My terrified affirmative reply was muffled.

The light was on now. The other man pressed his fingers into my vagina, testing my hymen as I later realised.

“She is white silk.”

“She is quite pretty.”

“We could rape her anyway.”

“Do you want to be raped slut?”

My muffled reply was amusing to them.

“We can fuck the other

one, this one will soon have her legs opened.”

“You can look forward to your rape later slut.” I was told

My sobbing into my panties must have pleased them as they laughed again.

Then another jolt of agony.

I was dragged into the other room. My living room. Two more men were sitting there.

And a girl, one of my neighbours. I didn’t know her name. She was blonde & pretty like me. She was kneeling between one of the mens legs performing fellatio. She too was in lingerie a pantie & suspender set. Her bra was slightly ripped & she was shiny with semen all over her face, breasts on her bruised inner thighs. She had been raped several times. The men had been in no hurry, we were the last of the shipment. I was left kneeling facing the wall while they continued to enjoy my neighbour. They were drinking beer & my wine, smoking my cigarettes, helping themselves to my food. Throwing any rubbish on my expensive carpet.

Then the buzzer to my apartment went. One of the men answered gruffly quickly, it was very early in the morning.

The other blonde was then bound like me & gagged with her ripped sticky panties.

One of the men grabbed a fistful of her hair and bent her over, her head at his beltline. Then another man seized me. My rear was soundly & painfully slapped & we were dragged off down the corridor.

The men were quite casual in the lift. Then in the car park the building attendant arrived. One of the men pushed a roll of notes into his hand.

“Fuck that stuck up little bitch for me”

“Which one?”

He laughed “Both of the little

cunts.”

The other men laughed as he walked off.

We were dragged to a big black car. The boot was opened. Already there was 4 girls bond in there. Our ankles were bound & a black cloth hood tied over our heads. The heavy leather ¾ transport body hood would come later. We were thrown into the boot  & it was locked.

  

The surprisingly quiet car had driven us away to our slavery.

 

We are derisorily called love slaves, meaning we are totally captive to our emotions, being totally helpless in the arms of a master. But being especially responsive to the strictest of masters. Organically  all female slaves are like this. But a love slaves in bondage is

  fantastically more a pathetic hostage to her femininity & his maleness. Which is why the slavers go to the, slightly more trouble of capturing us earth girls.

It is said to be a labour of love seeking out & capturing earth girls. Although we are easy to ensnare, the life of a Gorean slave trader is purely one of cattle markets and auctions. Peasant girls of saleable age are penned by their communities & sold usually in groups to passing traders. Usually this is of mutual satisfaction to all parties. The peasant is free of a female mouth to feed. The girls are free of a life of backbreaking rural labour & childbirth. The trader pays a low price for the girls and also gets to employ the girls as beasts of burdens for his goods between his various stops. The girls are always healthy & duskily very good looking. Very grateful & submissive too, requiring very little punitive training or supervision.

The city girls are taken at 18 down to the slave yards & are shipped out of the city to far flung cities. Often quite an arduous unpleasant month long journey for the gagged & hooded slaves. Usually riding in cramped cage wagons.

Or marched barefoot along the sides of the paved roads. The process is still purely a cattle dealing commercial affair.

Whereas the slavers on earth seek out suitable girls. Often resorting to purely physical capture. But for their amusement, the thrill of the hunt, even if it is for easy prey like us, often playing elaborate hoaxes & games on the unsuspecting girl. Seduced her head in clouds of fantasy, the poor girl almost in an ecstasy her pretty little head filled with tales of riches or love. Before she finds herself a bound & gagged  prisoner. How easily we are tricked by men who understand us. Some girls are given subtle hints of the nature of Gor. Obviously concentrating on the Disney aspects of submission & punishment & only after these girls foolishly

beg sensual concubinage do they find out that you should be careful what you wish for. Especially if you are a female in the Gorean slavers sights.

The captured girls are transported to portals & pushed through to be collected on the other side by the slave transporters. Forced into a heavy leather sack the body hood. She was pushed to her knees, her mouth was ungagged, for a few seconds. They forced her into the leather sheath, distraught. The leather was quite thick but polished & creamed so as to be very supple. It came down to her thighs, at her head a thick ball of leather was pushed into her mouth, distressingly the ball expanded to fill her mouth. External straps secured the gag, similar straps bound her upper & lower arms tightly. A thick strap went between her legs and another clamped her thighs together. There was no need to lock them, she was utterly powerless inside the hood. Her ankles were hobbled. They left her kneeling in front of them. In the darkness of the tight leather, clammy with fear, her own & the hoods previous occupants, she sobbed helplessly into her gag.

Secured now she was ignored, as the men waited for the transport.

But there was first an unpleasant procedure to be endured by the girls. In all fairness even the men didn’t enjoy the enema procedure. It seemed painful & cruel even for slaves. However the alternative was the inconvenience of feeding & watering the slaves regularly. & the sooner they painfully learned obedience the better.

A bota of wine was often passed around while the capsules were softening in the liquid, eventually they were ready. The first girl to be processed had her head pushed firmly to the ground.

He buttocks were lifted up & the hood unbuckled around her thighs. One of the men lifted one of the capsules from the boiling water. Tossing it from hand to hand it was so hot. Another of the men spread her buttocks & the capsule was expertly rammed into place, right up inside her. Even inside the hood gagged as she was, her squeals & moaning were loudly audible. The other girls squirmed in distress. She was a virgin so the hood was simply closed & re-buckled shut. She knelt against the wall squirming & sobbing in pain.

The transport enemas contained, nutrients  so that she could be transported for up to 2 weeks without being fed or watered. As new arrivals the capsule had also been spiked with a language drug that greatly aided the new slaves in learning gorean, simple iteration was all that was needed to teach gorean. The enemas also contained the genetic modifications done to female slaves here. Transport times being usually 4 to six weeks meant this would be done at least one further time. She might be permitted to toilet on the next application of the enemas, during the six week transportation. Although this was often neglected, her discomfort is of no consequence.

& did no permanent damage at least physically.

One of the girls kicked out fearfully as they opened her hood, a sharp crack of the shortened bullwhip across her legs silenced her & the other slaves.

One by one the girls were processed, the virgin or white silk girls simply had the enemas applied and the hoods closed. The girls who weren’t virgins had thick rubber phalluses, self lubricated with greasy jelly attached to the bottom belt of the hood, secured into the anus & vagina. The girls would squirm on these for the remainder of their transportation, developing internal muscles. This reflected the different expectations of slavegirls. White silk girls are expected to be tight & part of their pleasure is opening them for the first time, to some extent enjoying a girls reluctance & distress. Non white silk girls were expected to be tight but open & penetrated easily, the only resistance her fear.  Also the dildos are seen as punishment for the earth girls, for using their bodies for their own pleasure, without

a Masters permission, inexcusable misappropriation of his property.

The portals are key to successful slave importation. Contrary to popular belief, Gor is not another planet, but our own roughly 1000 years in the future after we had allowed our greed & reliance on technology to destroy most of it. Leaving only a Mediterranean & middle eastern rump, surrounded by deadly snow deserts in the north & sandy equally deadly deserts in the south. The portals are quantum gates that allow residents of the future, & only such residents the Goreans  to travel back & forth. This also only applies to males. The transport from the past is one way only & only for females. Often male criminal helpers from the past are allowed to go to the future as a reward for services. Or so they think, usually it is to repay some act of petty treachery or dishonour. The man finds himself suddenly female & waiting retribution. Her or rather his recollections usually last for an hour or so.

His helpless impotent now anger, fading to a bimbo like hazy fear at her new fate. The weak men of the past period are regarded with only slightly less contempt than the women. The transporters on the other side are unaware of these new girls and react quite angrily to her feminine confusion. He or she is amply repaid, for her services.

The success of the portals resides in quantum theory, in that for every parsing event the universe splits asunder into two separate irreconcilable realities. So although there is a steady stream of usually American & European captives taken from college campuses in each split reality only one girl has gone missing & she is virtually impossible to trace. In any case tracks are well covered by rewarding any male accomplices.

All of the advanced technology & medicine, the magic of Gor is from the past. In self contained & powered very compact tools. That are seemingly unfathomable, in terms of medicine, they just work. & unbreakable in terms of the devices, due mainly to the dangerous nature of its internal power. No moving parts & seemingly everlasting. Lighting, lifting drilling, devices, that are harnessed in quite novel ways by the Greco/roman technology of the Gorean age. Very popular are the music devices incidentally, seemingly containing an everlasting supply of voice activated music & recordable too. In the past slavegirls were employed to sing helpless love songs in choirs or harmonies, to be recorded. The lewdness of the female voice a pleasant accompaniment to the lewdness of her rape cries.


Review This Story || Author: slavegirlemily
Previous Chapter Back to Content & Review of this story Next Chapter Display the whole story in new window (text only) Previous Story Back to List of Newest Stories Next Story Back to BDSM Library Home